When I bring to you colour’d
toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a
play
of colours in clouds, on water,
and why flow’rs are painted in
tints:
when I bring colour’d toys to
you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance,
I truly know why there is music
in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus
of voices
to the heart of the listening
earth:
when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your
greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the
cup of the flower,
and why fruits are secretly
filled with sweet juice:
when I bring sweet things to your
greedy hands.